Sometimes I dream of you
You as you that you don’t want to be
A you that in part, I regrettably wish you were
It’s not, the big things
Of course
But the little ones
The ones that we no longer talk about
The ones that have been brushed up under the rug
And forgotten
At least until doubt comes by
Oh the doubt
How I wish it weren’t around
How I long to have an epic battle that eliminates her presence from my life and my thoughts forever
Unconditional love is something that I’m startlingly good at
Cause your intentions are there
And the love is so thick
Sometimes it engulfs us
I don’t ever for a second doubt the amount of mutual love
And lust
And adoration
We have for one another
Just sometimes
Usually when I’m already doubting myself
My brain takes a hiatus
And decides to be particularly picky about you
I know that’s not fair
You don’t deserve my critique
But that’s what lovers do to each other
It’s part of the seemingly endless battle within that I’m working on
I know I’ll never reach perfection
But you love me regardless
And I feel deserving
For once
Of the reciprocation of love
